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The Diary of a Nobody
·
George Grossmith Weedon Grossmith
93
FEBRUARY
11.—
Feeling
a
little
concerned
about
Lupin,
I
mustered
up
courage
to
speak
to
Mr.
Perkupp
about
him.
Mr.
Perkupp
has
always
been
most
kind
to
me,
so
I
told
him
everything,
including
yesterday’s
adventure.
Mr.
Perkupp
kindly
replied:
“There
is
no
necessity
for
you
to
be
anxious,
Mr.
Pooter.
It
would
be
impossible
for
a
son
of
such
good
parents
to
turn
out
erroneously.
Remember
he
is
young,
and
will
soon
get
older.
I
wish
we
could
find
room
for
him
in
this
firm.”
The
advice
of
this
good
man
takes
loads
off
my
mind.
In
the
evening
Lupin
came
in.
After
our
little
supper,
he
said:
“My
dear
parents,
I
have
some
news,
which
I
fear
will
affect
you
considerably.”
I
felt
a
qualm
come
over
me,
and
said
nothing.
Lupin
then
said:
“It
may
distress
you—
in
fact,
I’m
sure
it
will—
but
this
afternoon
I
have
given
up
my
pony
and
trap
for
ever.”
It
may
seem
absurd,
but
I
was
so
pleased,
I
immediately
opened
a
bottle
of
port.
Gowing
dropped
in
just
in
time,
bringing
with
him
a
large
sheet,
with
a
print
of
a
tailless
donkey,
which
he
fastened
against
the
wall.
He
then
produced
several
separate
tails,
and
we
spent
the
remainder
of
the
evening
trying
blindfolded
to
pin
a
tail
on
in
the
proper
place.
My
sides
positively
ached
with
laughter
when
I
went
to
bed.
FEBRUARY
12.—
In
the
evening
I
spoke
to
Lupin
about
his
engagement
with
Daisy
Mutlar.
I
asked
if
he
had
heard
from
her.
He
replied:
“No;
she
promised
that
old
windbag
of
a
father
of
hers
that
she
would
not
communicate
with
me.
I
see
Frank
Mutlar,
of
course;
in
fact,
he
said
he
might
call
again
this
evening.”
Frank
called,
but
said
he
could
not
stop,
as
he
had
a
friend
waiting
outside
for
him,
named
Murray
Posh,
adding
he
was
quite
a
swell.
Carrie
asked
Frank
to
bring
him
in.
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